Monday, January 9, 2012

Before + Progress: The Lake House: Nursery, Part 3

I have no idea what is going on with me.

I woke up this morning craving a cappuccino, a finished nursery, and a disgustingly clean house. When you're renovating, that last one is pretty unrealistic which explains why, in true form, I made a valiant effort to scrub and dust every single surface within reach of my very pregnant self (and probably quite a few that were not).

Wonderful!!! Nothing done in a pregnancy-induced state is logical. My husband loves to tell the story of having to rescue my very pregnant self when I decided that I HAD TO wallpaper our powder room ... and I got stuck between the toilet and the wall. It took him quite a while to quite laughing long enough to give me a hand and drag me out of my predicament.

In the eighties, I was a little kid who put together model buildings out of notebook paper and Scotch tape and spent days on end playing Monopoly with my best friend. What I've done over the last decade is pretty much the same thing. I began buying, renovating, and renting dozens of properties during Architecture school, where I mostly learned how to stay awake for six days straight. These days I'm slowly working my way through an eighty five year old house while taking care of a slew of rentals with a toddler (literally) strapped to my back. Sometimes I write about it here, but mostly I ramble.